At some point in his past, Che Hansson was lost. He didn't care about anything anymore, until the Morninglight, and more precisely Beaumont, found him.

Since then, he's been preaching, telling people what he learned when he saw the light. Lecturing them about the right way to live their lives, about the incoming changes and how to survive the apocalypse. It's been thirty years, and now you can find him at the Morninglight Camp. His exact involvment in the current events in Solomon Island is unknown for now, but he seems to be right where he wanted to be.

Later on in the story it is revealed that he and John became friends. They drank and got into fights with various familiar characters, and even had a dance-off with Ricky Pagan. However, Che disappeared later on and John was left to himself. We don't know much about what happened in between the point where he left John and the point where we encounter him on Solomon Island.

Dialogue

The Morninglight

Hell yeah, we’re with the Morninglight. You’ve seen the flyers, you’ve seen our commercials, you’ve probably even talked to some of our good people. Can’t escape the light, my friend. It’s all-fucking-encompassing. Like air. We’re like air. Breathe it. So some people feel a need to badmouth us – big fucking deal! Happened to Jesus, happened to the Buddha, it was bound to happen to Philip Marquard as well.

There are some that won’t ever see the light, y’know? They’re jealous of those who do, and they wanna destroy it. The Morninglight is about change, about improvement, about shedding our shells and, you know, sprouting wings. Like a motherfucking butterfly, my friend. We’re all about freedom. About casting off our tired old lives and starting anew, in the light of a new sun.

And the end is coming, good buddy, and we need to prepare. We need to help get it done. We can’t sit and wait for the world to turn, no. We need to turn it. We need action. And the Morninglight? We’re all about the action. We’re all about making change happen, and happen right now.

The fog

We were, you know, just passing through with our little band of merry fucking hippies when that shit rolled in from the sea like whipped cream on a blueberry pie. But it’s not like the fog caught us by surprise. No, man, this is what we’ve been preparing for. The end of motherfucking days. This is what the Morninglight has been preaching for years. And now? Hah! Now we’ve got the last laugh. We’re laughing our asses off.

This shit? This shit is exactly what we deserved. Being prepared, we didn’t really lose anyone… important. We had some dudes run off when it first happened. Got themselves eaten alive. Could hear ‘em screaming in the night. I was, like, good fucking riddance, man. They were traitors. Cowards. They didn’t see the light. They didn’t see that we need this. That the Earth needs change.

This is change. This… is change for the better. So we got stuff to keep us safe. We were prepared. Some good voodoo, man, to protect those who believed, those who trusted my word, trusted the Morninglight. Here, we got everything we need, and we’ll stay put until the end comes – and Marquard himself leads us into the brave new world. Oh, I can’t fucking wait.

Beaumont

Beaumont’s got a direct line with Marquard himself. Knows him personally. That’s like knowing someone who knew Jesus, y’know? A red telephone to our motherfucking saviour. The Morninglight saved my life. Beaumont saved my life. Thirty years ago, when we met, I was a wreck. Strung out, man, and ready to roll over and die. Couldn’t move forward, didn’t have anything to live for. But the Morninglight? They gave me hope. They made me see that there’s a future for those who believe in change.

I don’t remember the exact details of what happened around that time. I’m pretty sure I was in Amsterdam at some point, and then I woke up somewhere in Scotland – and after that, eh, I have a memory of being in Venice. At some point in there, Beaumont grabbed a hold of me and yanked me back into reality. All I have left from that time is a weird tattoo, a missing toe, and faith in the motherfucking Morninglight. Amen!

The secret societies

So you guys, you run around like you’re young gods, like you rule the fucking planet. I gotta say, I thought I was arrogant back in the day, but I was nothing – nothing! - compared with you people. You take arrogance to a whole new level. Say what you will about the Morninglight – and it’s probably all untrue – but from what I hear about your “secret societies,” we’ve got nothing on you.

The Templars, they’ll burn down a city to destroy a single demon. What the fuck is up with that? And the Illuminati – look at what they did to this place. Puppet masters who don’t give a shit about what happens to their puppets once they cut the strings. Don’t know much about this “Dragon,” but I kinda like the idea of manufactured chaos. Change, man. It’s what the Morninglight is all about. But I’m betting the Dragon doesn’t have the best interest of humankind on their minds. I bet it’s all about getting power and wealth and control.

Us? We’re about setting the human spirit free. About making motherfucking butterflies, man. Go on, pretend you’re a hero if it makes you feel good. Pretend you’re all about saving mankind from the darkness. Go out there and fight evil, get your little rewards, your ranks, your whatever – it probably makes you feel good, right? Like a rat on a wheel, round and around it goes, chasing that little bit of cheese. You’re really something, aren’t you. And you dare criticise us? Motherfucking hypocrites.

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